RIC S. BASTASA
A Question - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
if i give you love
white (as it is pure)
whole (as it is allgiving)
and so fragile (as love is suppose to be
like a fresh, chicken egg
that i have and hold
and shall now hand to
you, as i give it to you
i love you, i love you so much...
tell me what will you do with it?
i mean, the fresh,
white chicken egg...
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